This story is magically told
by a boy who wondered alone
he faced a courage never have felt
he found a freedom he later would tell.
inside of him there were reasons
to love, to find freedom.
There was a will to survive
To live, to find light.
Tall buildings and masses
of people with glasses.
Masses of people walking fast
passing him by as he stood alone.
He was small, his clothes were torn.
Sometimes we think
and can't bear but cry
yet he faced his days
with a will to survive.
He rarely received hugs or kisses
or a kind gesture or even a compliment
yet his will and strength
was empowered by something else-
something grander than thought
and nourishment.
This boy walked alone,
no home, no food, noone to love,
he found no help he thought would help,
but he ended up finding the strength
from somewhere else.
A true vision inside he felt.
Deep in his shirt there was a pocket.
A little note inside the pocket
was left there from a year ago
and all this time he unknowingly stored.
And all alone and full of fear
he reached in his pocket
and as he found the note
he also found a tear
running down his face-
memories of her he suddenly embraced.
He was so happy to read the note
and suddenly found a spark of hope.
It read:
"YOU ARE THE TOOL, THE STRENGTH OF GOD,
YOU CAN MAKE OF THIS LOVE FOR THAT YOU ARE".
He found such strength from this awe inspiring note
that was given to him so long ago.
His great grandma always left him notes of love,
of light and faith and truth and hope.
Everyone else but his great grandma died
and last year she too said goodbye.
He felt again her warmth in his heart.
He remembered the ways she'd look at him
with this loving gaze
that lovingly filled her delightful face.
She would look at him with such love and such peace
and he remembered how it felt to receive
such love with serenity and ease
and totality- for this grand love she had for him
always left him feeling amazed.
He was so loved.
The love was so pure-
and even if he did "wrong"
the eyes of love she'd endure.
Another bunch of tear drops lined his face
and a source of inspiration
relentlessly offered some faith.
He suddenly started looking at himself lovingly-
He started looking at himself sweetly-
He started looking at himself with kindness-
He started looking at himself with forgiveness-
He started looking at himself with gentleness-
He started looking at himself with gratefulness-
He started looking at himself from a place of empowerment,trust, and grace.
He started looking at himself from a place of deep joy
as he'd remember her face.
He started looking at himself the way his great grandmother looked at him,
and this love flourished and promoted
such transformation and hope.
He filled himself with love
he never, when alone, ever felt before.
If it wasn't for her,
love to him would be something unknown.
People who haven't received love from others
often are in a blank
and then they are unable to give
to themselves love and thanks-
because they were never taught this art.
Yet sometimes friends and smiles come along
regardless if in the past there was none-
that open up our own light and spark
and teach us again to love and embark
on a new dear journey
and again become the light
we've been yearning.
It is here, available now,
we can all find it, if we look deep inside somehow.
He started living his life with grace and love.
All of a sudden there was a new kind of smile,
a new kind of presence,
a new kind of child,
a renewed kind of essence.
The people nearby were curious to see
how a homeless boy could be in such peace.
It was the 19th century of madness and wars
yet one day a young woman
came with her horse.
She asked him dearly-
do you have a home?
I want to help,
oh dear child I send you all my love.
I'd like to share with you my love and my heart.
I once had a son here
but we grew apart.
He left the town many years ago-
a youngster then- aspiring a new home, a new life,
away from here, away from "strife",
but he never listened when I would cry-
"peace is not where you are,
peace is what you are in your heart".
The woman said with sadness and sorrow-
you seem so at peace
and there's noone around you.
You live in the cold
and with nowhere to go,
nowhere to stay,
yet the glow in your eyes have swept me away.
You are a child of God and all I long for and strive
is right here infront of my eyes.
Can you humble yourself and teach me
to be what I preached my son to be-
even though it was something I was never able to achieve
The child said- OFF COURSE YES,
and THANK YOU KINDLY for your embrace.
I'll share with you my all-
all my experiences that brought me back "home",
all the experiences that taught me to love,
and you know it's so true
and can you easily see
that you truly and completely are a reflection of me
I learned peace from my great grandma
who taught me to be
the love that I am.
It's so lovely to think
with love in the heart
and nothing else clouding it
for true kindness is in the heart and I'm left fascinated-
and all I see
is the oneness of all,
it's the oneness of we,
I am not just this body,
I am this light,
I am this warmth,
I am this delight
just like you are-
We are ALL one light,
one life, and together
we create a rainbow
of colors and BLISSFUL paradise.
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